Perhaps, mused Camorra, he would have some luck in there. Deftly tipping off his top-hat as he entered the tavern, he made his way through the crowd t... the bar. The bar-maid, a young, busty thing, was harried with the influx of customers, but Camorra was in no mood to wait after his previous disappointment. Removing his kid leather glove from his right hand, he slowly and deliberately snapped his fingers. The bar was noisy, and by all rights, the sound of Camorra's fingers should have been. Within minutes the lady heading the pageant was pinning theTierra on Leslie's head of blonde curls while Gwendoline received thefirst place trophy!They hadn't realized the extent of what their aunt had done to her sonLeslie! He always seemed to be an average boy, but rather quite and veryobedient. They often wondered what Gwendoline was doing when she tookLeslie away to the far wing of the house and wondered further where shewould take the young boy when every now and then they would leave. Aur uuse bhi kaha ki koi acchi sushil ladki mile to bataye bilkul uske jesi. To wo thoda sarmagayi. Aur idhar mera louda funkar marne laga. Jeans aur top mein bandi gazab lag rahi thi, Uske laal laal hoton ko chumne chusne ke liye mein betab ho raha tha. Uske 34 size boobs ko dabane ke liye mere hath mein khujli ho rahi thi. Par hum log cafeteria mein bethe the to kuch karnehin sakta tha. Fir men eek plan banaya aur kuch bhi karke uuse room mein leke jane ke bare mein socha. Aapko to pata hi. Lauren quiteenjoyed this and didn't want to say anything to break the moment. Finallythey reached her family's rather large townhouse."You could come in for a coffee if you like," Lauren offered herboyfriend. It was a standard offer that almost never meant coffee."No, I'll take a rain check Lauren. I need to be up early for the game. Iwouldn't want to ruin my performance," Reece replied. Lauren tried tohide her disappointment. His performance in the boyfriend stakes was whatwas concerning her.